"Oh, Don,not so hard… don't bite my tits so hard!"
Sherry's new husband giggled. "I want to do everything, Mrs. Marshall. That's why I waited until our wedding night!"
True, Sherry thought, they had waited until they were married.
And that was probably the oddest thing that had ever happened to Sherry.
She had realized in her senior year of high school that she wanted adventure and lots of sex before she settled down. That was what had made her apply for a job as flight attendant for Global Airlines. She would see exotic places, make a good salary and meet handsome men.
Five years of flying gave Sherry her fill of it. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it all – she had. But Sherry was a rational, intelligent girl, who planned her life very carefully.
So, after five years of flying, it was time to settle down. She looked around and finally found Don Marshall. He was perfect – handsome, thirty-years-old, and an up-and-coming young attorney with political ambitions.
She dated him, between flights, for six months. During that time, attentive and charming though he was, he never laid a hand on her, no matter how hard she tried to get him into bed.
"Save it, honey," he had told her so often. "Everything's better when it's preceded by anticipation!"
So Sherry saved it. She even stopped fucking her flight crews and the men she met on trips.
And that morning they had been married.
And this night, Sherry had six months of no sex stored up in her pussy. She planned on getting it all out in one night!
Sherry rolled her tits against her new husband and her nipples grew hard against his flesh. Under the sheet, he ran his hand, down her back and over the bulges of her asscheeks. He stroked and patted them through the panties which matched her shortie gown.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "I like that."
Her own hand snaked down to find his cock, which she clutched and began to stroke hotly. It stiffened. God, what a stud he was! Maybe he had been right. Maybe waiting for it had been a smart thing.
Sherry chuckled to herself. Sherry, once she had decided that she was ready, had never waited for it.
Not even when the only available cock had been her own brother.
Sherry had caught her brother Ken fucking her best friend that afternoon. It had made up the young girl's mind – if Ken was getting it, she should be getting it, too. And the logical person to get it from was Ken himself!
Ken was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine, that night when Sherry walked into his room and sat on the side of his bed. She wore cotton pajamas that were tight across the front of her budding tits.
"Ken, we've got to talk something over."
"Yeah?" her brother replied, still keeping his nose buried in the magazine.
"Dad and Mom won't be back until very late tonight," she purred.
"Yeah, I know. So what?" He put aside his magazine.
"Do you remember all those games we used to play? When we were younger? You remember… Doctor, Nurse?"
Ken's face reddened. This blush ran clear down across his naked chest.
"Yeah, I remember. Jeez, Sherry, why do you have to bring that up? You better go back to your own room."
"Why can't I stay here, Ken? Who's gonna know?"
Ken felt his dick begin to rise beneath the sheets. His heart was palpitating and there was a lump in his throat. "Why should you want to stay here?"
Sherry smiled. "Because, silly, I get a little lonely, too." Her voice took on a little-girl tone. "Those were fun games, Ken. But we always stopped before anything really happened!"
He chuckled slightly. "That was a long time ago, Sherry. Then we didn't know what was supposed to happen!"
"I didn't have any tits then." Her words shocked him. Ken had never heard his sister be quite so blunt. "It couldn't, have been much fun for you then… but I've got tits now! I've grown since then! Wanna see?"
The lump in Ken's throat got bigger and he could feel his cock getting harder and harder as she talked. He wanted to shake his head no, and tell his sister to go back to her room. But, instead, he slowly nodded.
Slowly, deliberately, Sherry started to undo the buttons on her pajama top. Ken waited with bated breath, breathing heavily, as her fingers moved.
Would she? Or was she going to tease him. He'd been teased by a lot of girls. He never thought he would be teased by his sister, let alone go any further than mere teasing.
Suddenly the top was unbuttoned. Her young hands pulled the pajamas apart, revealing full, pointy tits. They were crisply white, with hard, pink nipples. Ken was sure he'd never seen such a beautiful pair of jugs in his entire life. His breathing became more labored as she leaned toward him.
"Want to touch them, Ken? Want to touch your sister's titties?"
His prick was on fire now and his voice was husky as he answered, "It's wrong, Sherry!"
"I didn't ask you that," Sherry said. "I said, do you want to touch them?"
"Yes."
"Then it's not wrong," she smiled, leaning even closer until her perfectly formed, conical tits with their pointy ends were nearly in his face.
Ken reached out a tentative hand and felt one luscious mound. It was soft yet firm, and the nipple was hard, tickling his palm as he stroked it.
A soft moan escaped Sherry's full lips.
"Does that… does that bother you?" Ken stammered.
She nodded her head slightly. "Oh, yes."
His hand closed harder over her tit and he felt her nipple throb against his palm. His cock began to stiffen, to throb and pulsate.
Sherry reached down and felt the bulge in his pajama pants. She searched for the opening, dipped in and found the hardened flesh.
"We shouldn't… do this," Ken gasped. "It's wrong." Her fingers were exciting him almost beyond endurance.
"Why is it wrong?"
"You're… you're my sister!"
"Don't you like playing with my titties? Doesn't it feel nice?"
"Yes," he admitted. "It feels wonderful."
"And don't you like my hand on your dick?" she smiled, giving his flesh an extra squeeze.
"Yes," he groaned.
Sherry jumped up, and for a few dreadful seconds, he believed she was going to run off, but she quickly shed her pajamas. He stared at her stark-naked body. Her thighs were now a woman's thighs, and her tits, still girlish, were growing into a woman's rounded bosom. The triangle of hair over her pussy was thick, but it didn't conceal the outer lips of her cunt.
Naked, Sherry crawled back into the bed and took off his pajamas. She caressed his chest, his nipples, his flat belly, his thighs – and then she paused at his prick. She cupped the balls.
"Never saw it so close before." There was wonder in her voice. "You have more hair than I do. You even have hair on your belly." Then she lowered her head and planted a kiss on the head of his cock.
His dick jerked as he felt the pressure from her lips. He hadn't expected this from her; he hadn't expected anything. How much did she know? He suspected she knew much mote than he did.
Sherry smiled up at him. "We're both naked, and we're alone, Ken. We don't have to pretend any more. I want to get fucked, brother, dear! And don't tell me I'm too young. If my pussy can get this wet and your prick can get this hard, then we're old enough to fuck! I've been finger-fucked plenty, and now I want the real thing!"
Was it the last shred of decency that made him cry out? He didn't know. He was too young to figure it out, to rationalize. But he did cry out. "But why me? I'm your brother!"
"Yes," Sherry hissed, her eyes dancing wildly, almost crazily. "You're my brother and I want you. I don't know why and I don't care. We have the opportunity… right here and right now… and we're going to take advantage of it!"
Her head swooped down and her mouth captured his rock-hard prick. She licked it, rubbed her teeth against the head and licked and squeezed his balls.
When Ken was almost ready to burst, she got on top of him, guided his cock to her cunt, lowered herself onto the shaft which sank into her gooey cunt part way. She winced. A twist of pain crossed her face.
"What is it?" he cried out.
"It's okay, silly, it's just my cherry. Just be still. I'm going to force myself down all the way onto you so that your prick will break it. I want you to have my cherry, Ken!"
She raised her ass, then, after a second's pause, quickly lowered herself still farther, so that the head of his dick burst through her maidenhead.
She didn't cry out, but instead gasped, sat up and stared at him. Her tits rose and fell with her uneven breathing. Then she started to raise and lower herself, his big dick going in and out of her ruptured pussy. She tweaked Ken's nipples hard, hurting him, making him cry out in pain.
"Ohhhhh, Ken, darling, your big prick feels so good in me! It hardly hurts at all!"
"Jeez, Sherry… I oh, my God, it does feel good!"
"Your cock is thick, and hard, and it fits just right. That's why I wanted you to have my cherry, Ken! Oh, fuck me, darling brother! Fuck up into me as I fuck down over you!"
"It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong," Ken chanted.
But she only laughed at his protests. Then a strange look, foreign to Ken, came over her face. He realized it was the look of passion, a fact that both pleased and frightened him. She moved rapidly over his cock and he responded. But he didn't reach his climax. Sherry moved like a demon, baring her teeth as spasms hit her from every angle. She climaxed and groaned and then lay on top of him, kissing his face.
"Ohhhh, that was wonderful," she purred. "But you didn't make it, did you?"
He shook his head, no.
"Do you want to?"
Ken nodded.
Sherry felt his prick inside her, still hard. She wiggled and he groaned. "I'll take care of it!" She climbed off of him and saw that his prick was slimy from the juices of her pussy. Seeing his dick standing straight up from his pubic hair like that made Sherry all the hotter.
She had at last tasted sex, and she knew she would never get enough of it.
Her head lowered until her lips practically touched his throbbing cock-head.
"Oh, my God, Sherry, what are you going to do?" Ken gasped.
"I'm going to put my mouth over your cock!"
"But how do you know about that?"
Sherry giggled. "I've seen Elsie do it to you… behind the garage."
"Oh, Jeez… But…" Ken could say no more. His sister's hot, velvet mouth was enveloping his hard dick.
Sherry took just the head of his big cock on her tongue. At the same time, she put her hand against the seeping lips of her pussy. The mixture of her brother's cum and her own hot cunt-juice flowed freely from her splayed lips. Gingerly, she rubbed until her whole hand was awash with her fuck-juices. Then she returned it to his cock and continued to stroke him.
It was fascinating, for her to watch bow the head inflated as she squeezed his thick shaft. She put her head on his belly, facing his prick, so she could see it better.
As her hand moved, a tiny trickle of silver fluid oozed from the opening in the cock-head and swooped down in a web-like strand to fall on his belly. Sherry couldn't resist the impulse to spear the drop with her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring its salty tang, then she swallowed it.
"Suck it," Ken said, his voice startling her.
He drove his fingers into the already juicy hole between her gaping thighs. "Ohhhhh, yes," Sherry cooed, squirming against his hand. She opened her legs wider and lifted one knee so that he could get his fingers clear inside her cunt.
With a loud growl, he forced her head down to his lap. He abandoned her cunt with his other hand and used it to grind and guide his twitching cock.
"Suck it!" he repeated, steering the swelling, blood-filled head to her parted lips.
Sherry groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing head.
His hips bucked up. Her lips parted around the head and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste was wonderful to her. She made an "O" of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and gently drew the bulbous tip of his cock into the moist warmth of her mouth.
The contact tore a strangled cry from Ken's throat. "Oh, Sis! Sisssss!"
His fingers locked tight in her long hair. He pushed her head down, down, down the incredible length of his prick. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious sensation, grinding his hips, forcing his meat deeper and deeper. There was a roaring in his ears. A tidal wave of cum seeping up from the working fingers teasing his balls.
"Go up and down on it," he urged. "And suck it at the same time!"
Sherry's head began to hammer up and down on his rigid shaft. She squirmed and quivered like a snake on the bed beside him, sucking and milking his throbbing pole.
"Oh, sis, I'm coming! I'm gonna cooooommmmme!"
Sherry lifted her head from his cock. She wanted him to come, but she wanted to come again with him. She wanted to feel that hot, steaming juice surging up into her belly.
She pumped his meat a few more times and then sat back. "Now, you get on top of me and you do the fucking!"
Ken hesitated for a second, then mounted her. She reached for him, took his jerking prick in her hand and brought it to the opening of her hole. His ass moved, driving his rod deep into her cunt. He started moving in and out of her, deeper, deeper into her pink meat.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Give it to me good. Fuck me! Fuck me good, Ken! I want to be fucked by you! Play with my titties!" she groaned as she scratched at his chest.
He played with her tits and her nipples were hard from the excitement. He kept driving into her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her cunt clinging hungrily to his prick. He had never felt anything like it before in his young life.
"Ohh, don't hold back, Ken darling," she pleaded. "Let go! Fuck me!"
Ken drove his cock into her hole as far as it would go. Her hips came up to meet him as he thrust forward to ram her spurting cunt.
"That's it, that's it! Ohhhhh, fuck me… fuck, Ken, fuck my cunt!"
He smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming longer and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The meat of her pussy was tight but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off an odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one luscious cheek in each palm. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his prick. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his long cock-shaft.
"I love it!" she shrieked. "I love your cock! Don't stop… go, go!"
"I love it, too, Sis," Ken moaned. "My dick is loving your sweet pussy!"
Her hips pumped faster, matching his pace and rhythm. He savored the sensations the young girl's flesh produced. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen cock. He spread his legs, placing his feet against the end of the bed so he could drive into her even harder.
He looked down into his sister's lust contorted face. She fucks good, he thought, as her legs wrapped tightly around his back. Her heels dug into his hard, lean asscheeks. The sounds that filled the room were animal-like.
"Oh, fill me up! Fill me up!" Sherry screeched, her body a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
Then they were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Her cunt pulsated and throbbed. Ken could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her hot juices over his driving cock. Her hole was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured his meat deep up her channel.
"You didn't come yet, did you?" she panted.
"No, Sis, I want it to last!"
Groaning loudly, she clutched at his cock and fucked him, enveloping his meat with her cunt like a glove. Then she became a whirlwind, gyrating, twisting, pounding the root of his prick with her soft cuntal lips.
"Oh, Sis, easy!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted. "Come with me!"
He was ready. He plunged to the hilt in her soft cunt and held there, letting her inner muscles bring him off. Her cunt contracted as his cum hit her womb in blast after blast of hot juice.
"Take it, Sis, take it!" he cried, his hands holding her tightly by the hips.
"Oh, shit, good! Good fucking!" the young girl yelped.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. She felt his dam burst. The entire, tremendous volume of his cum shot out the long length of his prick in hosing of sperm. It shot in great globs into her arching, bucking body.
Her belly swelled with his cum. She came and still he continued spurting. She slithered her cunt from his cock and whirled, planting her mouth over the gushing fountain. Her throat worked in spasms, swallowing until his flow was reduced to a trickle which she leaned forward and licked.
"Jesus, you come good!" she gurgled.
Ken laughed. "That's because you fuck so damn good!"
Sherry smiled. "And I'm going to fuck a lot better, big brother! You'll see… we're gonna teach each other everything there is in the world about fucking!"
And that's exactly what they had done, Sherry thought, as she nestled closer to her new husband.
Then Don was pulling her frilly pink panties off as she wriggled the straps of her nightie down over her shoulders and her luscious tits popped free. The big globes jiggled temptingly, their rosy nipples standing up hard.
She saw his cock, and it was enough to make her forget her brother's – and most of the other cocks she'd had in her long career of fucking.
"Mmmmmm, you've got a beautiful dick, Don," she breathed.
He chuckled. "I never thought of it as beautiful, exactly."
"It is, believe me. I love it! Use it on me, will you?"
"I figured on doing that," he said. "Do it now. Get on top of me and do it, now! Hard!" she said, and then suddenly held him by the shoulders and looked up into his eyes. "Don?"
He saw the strained look in her eyes. "What's the matter?"
"I don't shock you, do I? I mean… you know that I'm a girl that's been around a little bit. I've told you that."
Don chuckled. "I know, baby, we've been over all that. And don't worry about it."
"Good," she smiled. "Now fuck me!"
He rolled atop her, settling between her creamy thighs, and bent to lick her tits, twisting this way and that, while she held his cock in her warm hand and plowed its tip up and down her open, ready slit.
When he was ready to start fucking, his entire shaft slipped into her cunt with no effort at all. Sherry flexed the muscles of her inner pussy around him, and he felt as if he were caught in a wet vise.
"It's great the way you do that!" he groaned, breathing heavily as he looked down at her, his hair falling at each side of his face.
"I've had a lot of practice," she admitted. "Now really fuck me, Don darling! Make it last. I can reach several comes with a man if he knows how to space it out!"
Don began to pull and thrust, pumping his long, thick prick in her clinging, slippery flesh.
His nerve ends danced. She was hot, all right. Good fucking. She moved with him in the right way – not too fast at first, just a gentle bobbing with a twisty jerk that he liked. He fucked stronger.
"Uuuuh! Mmmmmmm!" Sherry panted, and grasped his shoulders so hard he could feel her sharp nails breaking skin. She pulled her feet back along the bed, raising her knees higher and gaining better leverage against the mattress.
Then she suddenly put her hips into rapid motion and cried, "Let me have it! Fuck me hard, but don't come!" She wailed and her rhythmic pumping abruptly turned into spastic jerks. Don felt ripples running up and down her body as she pressed snugly against him. His deeply embedded prick twitched, but he didn't come.
"Good… ohhhh, good!" Sherry cried, sighing. "Now just hold it inside me! Don't move!"
He thrust forward against her, feeling the full cushions of her tits. He continued to support most of his weight on his knees and elbows. She was running her hands up and down his sweating body, and her warm mouth sucked hungrily at his lips.
"Now get off and kiss me a little," she said.
"Get off?" He pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her.
She smiled cozily. "Yes."
"But I didn't finish. Damn it, Sherry, I'm still hard!"
"I know, darling," she smiled. "But, I told you, I want everything from you tonight… and I do mean everything! I don't want to shock you, darling… I just hope you won't be surprised at what I want. Now slide down and eat me!"
"Okay," he grinned, "I think I understand."
Don was full of passion. It grew stronger by the moment. Since he'd been denied temporarily the opportunity of reaching a climax in her cunt, he concentrated on what he could do to that magnificent body of hers.
He rooted at her heaving, quivering tits, smearing his wet mouth back and forth across them. He licked at her rugged, upthrust nipples, swabbing them with his lips. He grabbed her tits with both hands and jiggled the soft, satiny globes against his cheeks as he stroked his tongue up and down her cleavage and breathed in her expensive perfume.
"Ohhhhh, yessss, that's good… so good," Sherry whimpered. "Now down, honey… down to my pussy! Lick it! FUCK IT WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
Don's head went down across her juicy pussy until his wet tongue found her soft, fleece-lined pubic mound. He tried to eat the tuft of hair and the fatty mound that concealed her clit. Sherry rocked against him gently and moaned, begging him to suck her cunt.
He grasped her thighs and wrenched them far apart, until she had to cry out with sudden pain. He reined the pressure slightly, but continued to hold her wide open. He gazed at the pink meat of her cunt.
The fumes of her arousal assaulted his nostrils. Her pussy was awash with lust. He stroked her soft lips with his thumbs, brushing the hairs back. He stuck out his tongue and licked along the sensitive edge of one of her cunt-lips.
"Ohhhh, God!" Sherry exclaimed heatedly, and her hips jerked.
His tongue lapped in and out of the open gash of her pussy. He sank his tongue as deeply as it would go up her channel, and he suctioned his lips against the folds of her cunt. Sherry kicked her legs, brushing them against his head, then drummed her heels against his back. He bit at her cunt and slurped at it savagely.
"Shit… shit… shit!" she panted.
He flapped his tongue against her clit, then seized it between his lips and sucked. She almost passed out. Her orgasm began bubbling up. Just as it was about to rip loose, he quit lapping her and started to lift his head.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" she cried, and gripped the back of his head, forcing him down against her cunt once more. She pushed her cunt forward, hard, crushing it to his mouth.
"Ohhhhaaarrgghhhh!"
An orgasm ripped through her, spreading its warm tendrils into every area of her body, numbing her brain with delight. She wailed and shook as he continued to lick and suck at her clit until he was certain she'd had a full come.
He straightened up and swiped at his wet mouth with his hand.
"I've got to fuck you now, Sherry," he panted. "I just got to!"
"Yesss, yes, baby, now you'll fuck me!" To her new husband's surprise, Sherry flipped over onto her hands and knees and waved the dark crease of her ass and her fur-lined pussy between her butt-cheeks in his face. "But I want it in my asshole! I told you I wanted everything tonight, and right now I want to get fucked in my butthole. I can't help it if I shock you, but I want it every which way I can get it… tonight, and forever… from you!"
Don was amazed, but he was so hard and throbbing that anywhere she begged him to put it was all right with him.
Sherry closed her eyes and lay with one cheek against the pillow, her hair fluffed around her face. Her legs were spread widely, and she could feel his cock-head sliding up her slit until it was probing at her asshole. His stiff cock throbbed so tightly with blood that, to Sherry, it felt brittle.
"Oh, darling, my dearest, you're all man!" she cried. "Fuck me, fuck my asshole with your big meat!"
"I feel like I'm all cock now," he groaned, breathing heavily. "My dick's so full it feels like it's gonna bust!"
"Then fuck me with it… send it into my ass!"
Don did just that, in one vicious, hard driving plunge. A gasp erupted from his throat as he looked down at the full length of his big meat sliding effortlessly into her asshole. She was tight, and wild. It turned him loose.
Voluptuous sensations came to him from his cock as her tight ass-ring circled it. Harder and harder he pumped into her. Her flesh grabbed at him suckingly. He groaned and arched forward, driving his big prick again and again to its maximum possible length in her asshole.
"Ohhhhh, you stallion, you're wonderful!" Sherry shrieked. "You fucking bull! Do it to me!"
"Jesus, hot, hot, hat," he hissed and chanted, as he jabbed fiercely into her asshole.
He kept fucking her fast, feeling his cock swell painfully inside her bowels. He couldn't help himself; he knew he was about there. Sensing this, Sherry threw her own hips into frenzied motion, cramming her hot asshole back over his meat as their bodies crashed together. She furiously sawed against his plunging cock.
"Yesssss!" she panted. "Oh, God… fuck! Oh, Don, screw me… screw me… screw me, screw me! Ooohhhhhhhh!"
She got there just as he let go, and they quaked and heaved, the cum spurting out of him as her hot asshole convulsed. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he clenched his fists as the thrill of the intense come shook him to the marrow of his bones.
They fucked steadily the whole first week of their honeymoon, pausing only to go out now and then to eat. Then it was right back to bed and each other's bodies.
It was Sunday night, going into the second week of their glorious honeymoon, when Sherry had the first indication of things to come. She awoke just before dawn, with her ass against her husband's lap. In her sleep, she had wriggled against him until his dick was ramrod stiff. Now it lay nestled in the crease of her ass. He was awake.
"I love you, honey, I really do," he said softly.
"I know you do, darling, I know you love me," Sherry whispered into the darkness.
Then his voice became solemn. "Yes, I don't think there's any doubt of it, after all."
"What the hell does that mean?" she giggled.
"Oh, nothing, baby. It's just that, first thing in the morning, I have to be gone for a little bit… business."
Sherry didn't think anything of it; she assumed he meant a few hours. "Then fuck me now, darling! Ram your beautiful prick right up my ass!"
He found her ass-channel with his throbbing cock-head and shoved. He took her easily in her ass, and reached around with his hand to stroke the button of her clit. They both came gloriously in just a few lunges, and then drifted back to sleep.
It was mid-morning when Sherry awoke. She was alone in the bed. She scampered to the bathroom; no Don.
And then she saw the note: "Honey, I'll see you tonight. It may be late… don't wait up for me. Love always, Don."
Sherry thought noting of it, until, six days later, and he still hadn't fucked her again. She couldn't figure out what was going on, until Don explained that half of the honeymoon was pleasure, and the other half was business.
It soon became evident that, business took up a great deal of time, and soon Sherry was being left alone most of every day and every night. She was furious. She wanted Don. She wanted cock!
It was then she met Rico Dietz.